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Laughing to himself over the concerns of friendly-fire the ex-Frateris he turned to his side no doubt giving a good shove to the girl who came to taunt him with her flamer, thinking he had accidentally pushed one of the men behind him. John then muttered an apology to him shifting a little to his right. However since he found nothing in his immediate field of view (worsened by his improperly worn gas-mask, half-awake state and concentration on displaying his new gun) he thus found nothing of interest, and turned back to the beastman with the display of his new weapon. The heavy weapons man just wanted him to know he would have [i]much[/i] more trouble taking this one, and to get a look at it's pristine state making it much more dangerous. 

He ripped off his gas-mask when he saw the fools who were taking non-combat oriented drugs. He growled at the sight of these vile self-indulgent wretches. People dared criticise him for his blood-lust, when they fell into the traps of the dark master of excess? Truly, Guardsmen were men women and abhumans of great hypocrisy. He would absent-mindedly growl, his focus now dropped off of his childish display and on this source of disgust. He breathed in and out, arms rising up and down, his mask dangling beside his left knee. 

Slowly the red began to drain from his face, as he looked on the bright-side. He was not in the Militia anymore, and while the mob-rule (and the mob he liked) was gone, his newfound position as a heavy weapons specialist would mean that he would be [i]behind[/i] the other bastards, that [i]they[/i] would be sent for the bayonet charges and he would be in relative security, having no bayonet and thus providing cover with his big gun. His mixed feelings left a lot to think about, so he simply stood to attention putting his mask back on, still unaware of the pyrotechnics expert.